The globe
The marble
All have come to know
The ball
And spinning marvel
On its axis
Rotating in place
And around the sun
And just where exactly
Did this come from?
Does anyone truly know
Or does everyone just line up
And believe anything that is told
Described as nothing
When instead as valuable as gold
Round in shape and form
And not only is this the norm
It is the absolute standard
But has actually occurred
As deception at its finest
And it has been working
For there is no denying this
Blue in color
Unlike any other
This old blue world
That we call Earth
Lied to from birth
When it's as flawless as a pearl
The real version that is
Not from all the lies told
While becoming a billion-dollar biz
Circling around the sun
And own its own
At substantial speeds
That are just hard to achieve
But you've been made to believe
Everything this is wrong and false
With this round picture
So many taken
And all are different
Creating many issues
But no questions asked
The real truth hidden in plain sight
From those that sit back and laugh
Because no one has made it a task
To research and explore further
And realize that something is off
With this blue world
And with an illogical mind
That is believed to be sound
When all you have to do
Is truly look around
And you will see for yourself
That your home has never been round
Forego the trivial
And stop living within the spherical
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The Atmospheric Matrix
PoetryThis is a book that I have wanted to do for sometime now, and it is concerning our world as it truly is and not as we were taught it to be. We live, abide, and reside on a flat stationery Earth and always have since the beginning of creation. A geoc...
